Raspberry bushespucker up, a lipsticked smooch.Magnolia treeshave mystery, French chemistrynestled in key lime pie leaves.The bloom is overstimulating, andlove is an unfinished recipe. Spring leans in, kisses memessilywith its buttercupfeel-you-up tongue,and the garden beds are moistfrom sloppy skies,and my garden bed is moistfrom daybreak sighs;so much so that I softly coo,I love you, to my […]

Love Buds